I grow mine in potted local soil, amended with worm castings, in my back garden. Nothing special. They're weeds. I obtain clones from the local outlet and plant in pots.
At harvest, I remove most of the leaves. I trim the felled plants indoors with a tarp spread out and hang the trimmed results to dry. The captured leaves are provided to a friend who extracts hashish from them.
I have not yet started messing with nutrients. My light is difficult to make 'different', as there is no plan to move it indoors and under timed indoor lighting.
My stuff is straight up outdoor plant in a pot. No neem, neither. Wholesome.
That’s is awesome. I know that here it grows like crazy if you let it but everyone seems to have these different outcomes or it does different things on baking/smoking etc. Some use massive amounts of lighting while other grow outside here.
Timing is everything around here. I had a couple of early bloomers that were ready before the rains set in. The last here could have used three more weeks of sun, but got a week and a half of drizzle before a brief interlude that hastened their harvest. In that week and a half of rain, some of the kolas molded; I've had to snip away too much bud.
Five hundred miles south of here, in Humboldt County of California, is better soil and light conditions.
I bet. It’s funny but not funny, when Oklahoma allowed it to be for medical purposes Colorado ones offer to held set up the small cannibis business but did not account for that how climate is humid and there’s is dry. Caused a lot of mold issues.
Of course when it becomes federally legal I’m worried that a lot of the small business owners across the country will be pushed out and bankrupted because the tobacco companies are sitting and waiting with large amounts of investment capital to do so.
Last Edit: Sept 27, 2019 20:54:04 GMT by kingedmund
Heh...I have my doubts on that. The scene here has resulted in a vast oversupply, such that average prices are now unbelievably low. Marginal producers are being squeezed out of most markets, and vast amounts are being dumped back on the black market...which is booming. But, when it is something that most anybody in the US can grow it in their backyard (or basement, or garage), then the tobacco market scenario is all off. I think it more likely to follow craft beer and home distillation trends. Homegrowers and small, esoteric growers for regional markets. Who needs large amounts of investment capital? Who WANTS it? Look at the whole vaping debacle; over reliance on technological bullshit and large amounts of investment capital is bad news.
So...Final step before consumption: removing the buds from the stems.
So, each glass jar represents the product of a different plant. The two big jars are reputedly the same strain, 'Thinkleberry', but they manifested flowers of different colors, one magenta, the other a soft white, so they are separated red/white. The small quart jar on the left is what remains of the dried and finished red, from one plant. It was nearly half full when canted. On the right is a half gallon glass jar with the results of the single plant of the white blooms. The plants were in identical pots with the same soil and just four feet apart. Yet a difference of four times as much product from one as the other.
I still have four other plants drying, two each of the 'Dogwalker' and 'Cheese' varieties. I may be looking at over a quart for each of the varieties, if I'm lucky.
The third and final bloom of the roses is struggling through the growing cool nights. I have not deadheaded since mid-September and the shriveled stems abound.
When I stepped out on the balcony this morning, the goldfinches scurried from rosebed to the taller camellias. I took it as a sign that it was time to replenish the suet blocks and dutifully refilled the hanging cages with chunks of beak-watering fats with embedded seeds.
What I really wait for is the bushtits to find the waiting stash of coneflower seeds (the blown Rudies) and come by for regular feasts. I love it when the tits show themselves.
So...I've been semi-oblivious of late, not feeling too well. So, when I stepped out on the front stoop, I was startled to see that the katsura tree at the street is nearly all yellow at this point. Bright light yellow. It looks as though a decent breeze will probably denude it.
The dogwood, up in the western front, is just bronzing at the tips.
I see bits of reds, oranges, and yellows out in the wider world of neighborhood trees.
Every time I step out on to the balcony, I get a flurry of little birds exiting the feeding grounds of masses of rudbeckia seed heads to the relative safety of the surronding trees.
I like this. At this point, they are mostly goldfinches and towhees.
Plus, it is another reason to hold off on the suet blocks. There is no shortage of food to glean...
In other news, despite my having left off deadheading the roses a couple of months back, thus garnering a respectable collection of bulging hips, blasted buds, and rotting flowerheads, my offwhite 'French Lace' rose managed to produce an exquisite, perfectly shaped flower. Just one. A winter rose.
So...My massage therapist and across-the-street neighbor noted to me that she had started working with another neighbor who had established a modest 'landscaping' service to other households in the neighborhood. I brightened at this prospect, as I was steeling myself to go looking for a landscape maintenance type (a student, I'd hoped) to make my work a bit lighter, presumably while doing the same to my pocketbook. I jumped at the chance to hire her. Although she's not much younger than I, she has a similar eye for garden issues and I don't have to keep pointing out things to her.
Then, we've had four days of beautiful spring weather. 'California skies', as it were. Consequently, the front duckweed infestation has been initially addressed, the back staging area for the move of the potpots is ready and the rose pruning is well in progress. My pocketbook is taking a rest and I'm assessing for the next onslaught, and I blew out my lower back in a sacral muscle spasm putting my trousers on yesterday morning.
I have decided to put asparagus in my basil pots. I'm gonna start violas in the potpots and clear them away when I get pot starts. And, I still want to plant sweet peas along the back fence. So, it looks like the first trip to the nursery portends.
The aparagus crowns are in and most of the viola seed scattered on the potpots....all before this morning's rains (rest for the wicked).
I read up on care and feeding of my asparagus and it seems they need to be in highly mulched soil and one NEVER uses sharp garden tools to weed around them, as their root structure is very fragile. Placing them in pots on the picnic table makes them ever so ready for hand weeding...but, I want more. I have two, larger, empty pots....
The neighbor's plum is in full bloom at the moment.
I've got the bulk of the roses pruned, with just Cecile and the rugosa yet to prune. And, of course, the grapes remain unpruned.
But, I did find sweetpea seed at the grocery. Just what I was looking for, too....with choices, even. So, in a spree of thankfulness, I picked up several packets of other seeds and then selected a variety of pansies to interplant in the pots. (I really must go back and get the red asparagus.)
I've started the shuffling of the pots and have some challenges ahead. I did not empty and replant about three of them last autumn, as intended, and now I'm not excited about that prospect at all because all of them have shooting iris...blooms are just three months off. I'm trying to coalesce a half dozen of them in the now cleared 'back flat' to serve as a 'raised garden' for my cannabis crop. I'm thinking that I can interplant,in the ground, in the interstices of the pots, vines like melons. And, of course, I'll have a couple of locations where I've moved a pot elsewhere, but I think most of those were on concrete.....
I did have a couple of volunteer raspberry canes show up in a walkway to the lilac, so I had the gardener just raise them and set them aside. I palnted them in the potpot in the center of the 'mater bed. We'll see....
Okay....I've gotta go back and get six more crowns of the purple asparagus.
I'm waiting for my hired hand to clear away a hibiscus stump before I can prep for the row of sweetpeas along the back fence.
I've decided I've got to do better for my felines. I've finally extirpated all the formal lawn on the property and only 'unweeded grass' survives. Last autumn, I tried moving some clumps of the last bit of lawn to an old tray, but that is looking a mite dubious this spring. I picked up a pot of fescue at the nursery, but I need to rework the try and assure that my fuzzwads got a good grass source.
I must needs draw up a list of garden pests for my hired hand.